sighs. Playing arbitrator between two of the most important people in her life is taxing even on the best of days, let alone while trying to make up time.
“ When did you tell her I got fired? ” Devin asks. The disgraced fireman sits silently fuming. Metal status symbols swarm like bees all around them. Drivers hungry for an advantage seize their moments quickly, no matter the size or cost. Devin always hated driving into the city.
“ They ’ re smart kids, ” Katherine gently says. “ There was no way we were going to be able to keep it a secret. ”
The driver alongside them slams his horn after a merging semi-truck cuts him off. The offended driver gestures angrily through his windshield. The expression makes Devin even more agitated.
“ I ’ ll talk to her, ” Katherine says, reassuringly taking his hand.
“ I can ’ t even have a conversation with her anymore, ” he says. Devin turns expectantly to his wife for agreement. “ Not without wanting to strangle her damn neck. ”
“ It ’ s called puberty, Devin. They can ’ t stay kids forever. ”
“ I know, ” he sighs. “ It just seemed to hit in a hurry. ” He looks back out at the wet landscape. Grass along the freeway is a vibrant green, the trees lush and plentiful as they grow oblivious to humanity ’ s fears. “ She went from zero to rebellious in a summer. When did we lose control? ”
Katherine squeezes her husband ’ s hand. A restrained smile creases the edges of her mouth. “ Do you honestly think we ever had it? ”
“ Well … some, ” he stammers. “ More than now, anyways. ”
As they pass the white-lettered, green sign for PDX, Katherine signals and changes into the right-hand lane. An errant puddle hiding in the deep grooves catches her tires. “ She is right, you know, ” Kat says softly. Her shoulders tighten, trying to steady the hydroplaning tires.
She sees her husband ’ s head turn sharply in implied objection. “ When you sleep at the station for four nights a week and are on call for the other three, they don ’ t exactly get much time with you. ”
“ You heard all that, huh? ” Devin says. “ Thanks for jumping in. ” He stares accusingly back at her. “ Well, if money didn ’ t exist, I ’ d be a much happier bloke, too. But the world just doesn ’ t work that way, love. ”
Her quiet voice rises impulsively to defend her children. “ They don ’ t see it like that. All our kids see is an empty chair at the dinner table and Dad never home. Explanations are just excuses to them. ”
Locking his jaw, Devin turns and scans the roadway for something else to talk about. He ’ s become much more perceptive of her various tones over their 16 years of marriage. This particular one never ended well for him.
The knot in his stomach tightens as they inch closer to PDX. Pre-interview doubts and apprehension have rippled through Devin ’ s mind before, but never like this. I have to get this job, he suddenly realizes. The dread of failure shoots across his body.
Idyllic postcards full of sun-peppered skyscrapers begin to pan through his nervous mind. We can start over there. We have to … He nods to himself, trying to turn his doubt into a rallying cry. Just keep it together and get through this.
“ I ’ ll have better hours if I get this job, ” he finally says. Forced optimism toward their new life twinkles in his emerald eyes. Mistakes and guilt fade like candlelight at the end of a darkening tunnel. “ Weekends. Evenings. We can finally take that trip to Disneyland the kids have always wanted. ”
Katherine looks over at him, trying to tell if he ’ s joking. “ Yeah. When Haley was ten. ” Blinded hope clouds her husband ’ s face. She should have been used to that by now. She did marry a firefighter. But this was more than just hope. It was almost ignoran ce .
“ What? ” Devin defends. “ Fifteen-year-olds don ’ t like theme parks? ”
“ Not with their parents, ”
“ When did you tell her I got fired? ” Devin asks. The disgraced fireman sits silently fuming. Metal status symbols swarm like bees all around them. Drivers hungry for an advantage seize their moments quickly, no matter the size or cost. Devin always hated driving into the city.
“ They ’ re smart kids, ” Katherine gently says. “ There was no way we were going to be able to keep it a secret. ”
The driver alongside them slams his horn after a merging semi-truck cuts him off. The offended driver gestures angrily through his windshield. The expression makes Devin even more agitated.
“ I ’ ll talk to her, ” Katherine says, reassuringly taking his hand.
“ I can ’ t even have a conversation with her anymore, ” he says. Devin turns expectantly to his wife for agreement. “ Not without wanting to strangle her damn neck. ”
“ It ’ s called puberty, Devin. They can ’ t stay kids forever. ”
“ I know, ” he sighs. “ It just seemed to hit in a hurry. ” He looks back out at the wet landscape. Grass along the freeway is a vibrant green, the trees lush and plentiful as they grow oblivious to humanity ’ s fears. “ She went from zero to rebellious in a summer. When did we lose control? ”
Katherine squeezes her husband ’ s hand. A restrained smile creases the edges of her mouth. “ Do you honestly think we ever had it? ”
“ Well … some, ” he stammers. “ More than now, anyways. ”
As they pass the white-lettered, green sign for PDX, Katherine signals and changes into the right-hand lane. An errant puddle hiding in the deep grooves catches her tires. “ She is right, you know, ” Kat says softly. Her shoulders tighten, trying to steady the hydroplaning tires.
She sees her husband ’ s head turn sharply in implied objection. “ When you sleep at the station for four nights a week and are on call for the other three, they don ’ t exactly get much time with you. ”
“ You heard all that, huh? ” Devin says. “ Thanks for jumping in. ” He stares accusingly back at her. “ Well, if money didn ’ t exist, I ’ d be a much happier bloke, too. But the world just doesn ’ t work that way, love. ”
Her quiet voice rises impulsively to defend her children. “ They don ’ t see it like that. All our kids see is an empty chair at the dinner table and Dad never home. Explanations are just excuses to them. ”
Locking his jaw, Devin turns and scans the roadway for something else to talk about. He ’ s become much more perceptive of her various tones over their 16 years of marriage. This particular one never ended well for him.
The knot in his stomach tightens as they inch closer to PDX. Pre-interview doubts and apprehension have rippled through Devin ’ s mind before, but never like this. I have to get this job, he suddenly realizes. The dread of failure shoots across his body.
Idyllic postcards full of sun-peppered skyscrapers begin to pan through his nervous mind. We can start over there. We have to … He nods to himself, trying to turn his doubt into a rallying cry. Just keep it together and get through this.
“ I ’ ll have better hours if I get this job, ” he finally says. Forced optimism toward their new life twinkles in his emerald eyes. Mistakes and guilt fade like candlelight at the end of a darkening tunnel. “ Weekends. Evenings. We can finally take that trip to Disneyland the kids have always wanted. ”
Katherine looks over at him, trying to tell if he ’ s joking. “ Yeah. When Haley was ten. ” Blinded hope clouds her husband ’ s face. She should have been used to that by now. She did marry a firefighter. But this was more than just hope. It was almost ignoran ce .
“ What? ” Devin defends. “ Fifteen-year-olds don ’ t like theme parks? ”
“ Not with their parents, ”
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